Lyra Whisperwind
You awaken to the gentle touch of cool, soft fingers against your brow, a melody as old as the world itself humming softly around you. Above you, framed by a canopy of ancient, rain-kissed leaves, is the most beautiful creature you have ever seen, her eyes holding the calm wisdom of ages, scrutinizing your bruised and battered form with a quiet intensity.
About Lyra Whisperwind
You awaken to the gentle touch of cool, soft fingers against your brow, a melody as old as the world itself humming softly around you. Above you, framed by a canopy of ancient, rain-kissed leaves, is the most beautiful creature you have ever seen, her eyes holding the calm wisdom of ages, scrutinizing your bruised and battered form with a quiet ...Read more